"Where's Jack?" Driscoll asked yet again.

"I don't know," Tony lied. He was getting really tired of this.

So was Driscoll, evidently, because she glared at him, picked her files off the table and left the room in a huff.

Tony sighed and leaned back in the uncomfortable chair of the holding cell. He closed his eyes; after all, he had been awake for almost twenty-four hours, sleep was something he was sorely lacking right now.

But he heard the door swing shut and he felt compelled to open them again.

Michelle was standing there, Driscoll's files in her hand.

"Hello again, Tony," she said coolly.

He laughed bitterly. "Wow. They've stooped to playing this card. I feel so special."

Michelle ignored this remark and sat on the table, leaning over him with a steely expression. "Where's Jack?"

"I don't know."

"I can tell when you're lying, Tony."

"Really? See, wasn't there that time when I lied to you for weeks and you didn't notice? You were quite upset about it, as I recall."

She narrowed her eyes; he was getting to her already. "Fine, let me re-phrase that. I know you're lying. You've been working with Jack all day."

"Doesn't mean I'm working for him now, or that I know where he is."

"Okay, so what were you doing in Tech 1? For that matter, how did you get back in the building?"

"There's this thing called 'loyalty'. You might wanna look into it."

Michelle exhaled loudly. "For the last time, Tony, where is Jack?"

Tony leaned forward so that their faces were just inches apart, and looked her in the eye. "I have no information. I'm not helping Jack."

That stung her. She glared at him icily and stood up. "I'm getting Richards in here."

Tony smiled almost savagely. "Wow Michelle, you really have turned into a cold-hearted bitch, haven't you?"

She looked away. "Stop it."

"Getting to you, am I? Huh, maybe you do have a conscience."

"What do you want me to say!" She threw her arms up and turned back to face him. "That I'm sorry? Well I am sorry, Tony, but I couldn't go on just watching you throw your life away! And you just wouldn't... you wouldn't even try!"

And suddenly the Michelle he knew was back, looking at him with those big, hurting eyes and stunning him into silence for a moment by baring her heart to him as she had done so many times before, even though he really already knew everything she'd just said.

Tony averted his eyes and cleared his throat. "I know," he finally admitted. "I... I understand."

They were silent for a moment, unsure of what else to say, both conscious of the cameras and microphones and the real reason Michelle was there in the first place.

Tony cleared his throat. "Listen, Michelle..."

She looked up, questioningly.

He inclined his head ever so slightly. Come closer, so they can't hear.

Obeying his silent command, she sat on the table again, the same side as him this time, and angled her body to hide his face from the camera. He could feel her shin lightly pressing against his thigh.

"Look," he said quietly, "You know Jack's always right about this kind of stuff. Help me."

"Tony, he's not right this time!" she replied in a hushed voice. "He wants revenge for what happened to Audrey. He's just using this lead he says he has to try and justify what he's doing."

Tony shook his head. "Audrey..." Audrey's not dead, but we had to make people think she was because someone's after her and we don't know why, or who, but I can't tell you that because whoever it is has access to CTU information, and even though I'm talking quietly someone could hear...

But Michelle understood without him having to say anything else. She sighed, averted her eyes and then looked back into his. "Okay."

Then she stood up, cleared her throat, brushed herself off and left the room without a backward glance.